If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

Before dawn the next day, the master went down the mountain and left when he was free.

Siyuan took over the internal and external affairs of Zhaowen Temple.

In fact, although Zhaowen Temple is not a big or small temple, when it comes to serious affairs, there are not many.

The mountain road in Fenglai Mountain where Zhaowen Temple is located is not smooth. Occasionally it rains, but it is slippery and steep, making it difficult to go up the mountain.On weekdays, the incense in the temple is not very strong, relying on going out every other day to do things for nearby big households to earn some money, coupled with the relief from the court, barely maintain the livelihood of dozens of monks.

Therefore, even if the family members were changed, Zhaowen Temple did not change much, gradually returning to the leisure and ease of the past without disputes and troubles, as if Simian's death did not leave any shadows.

After two days of such calm, Siyuan suddenly found Siqi.

"Keeping the cellar?"

Si Qi tightened his grip on the broom, but there was a look of confusion on his face, "Brother Si Yuan, the cellar in the backyard has been unattended all year round, and nothing happened. Why did you suddenly ask me to move over to look at the yard?"

The wound on Siyuan's face has healed, leaving only two slender red marks, adding a bit of enchantment to his gentle and smiling face.

He smiled and said: "This is a test, Junior Brother Siqi. Before Master left, he entrusted me with the task of training the next warlock in the temple. After observing for the past two days, I chose you Don't be surprised, junior brother, you are pure and kind, talented and intelligent, although you are a bit out of touch, but it's just a common problem of young people, why should you be surprised when you are chosen?"

Si Qi frowned and said: "But... there are younger people in the temple, senior brother, you and senior brother Si Guan didn't both..."

"They are not as qualified as you."

Siyuan interrupted the little monk and handed him a bunch of keys, "Move in as soon as possible. Remember to stay in the yard at night and don't go out. During the day, I will go to the back mountain to look for red jade. After three months, if If you can find it, then I will officially guide you to become a warlock and learn how to make red jade."

Knowing that the cellar might be weird, Si Qi didn't want to go there at all, but Si Yuan is covering the sky with one hand in the temple now, he is under the eaves, so he has to bow his head.

"I see, senior brother." Si Qi responded.

Siyuan smiled in satisfaction, paused with deep eyes on the closed door behind Siqi, then turned and left.

Behind the door, Yan Ling heard Si Yuan's words clearly.

But right now he only has one hour of freedom a day, and he is basically a fish at the mercy of others. He can't do much, and he can only barely support a little thinking.He vaguely felt that Siyuan had a deeply hidden fear of Siqi, and sending him to the back mountain this time was more like a temptation and isolation than a test.

"I have to bring this. The backyard has been unoccupied for so many years. It must be broken. I need to repair the roof..."

As soon as he entered the room, Si Qi ran around the room, hurriedly packed his things, and kicked Yan Ling who was standing next to the door with his ass, and said in disgust, "Sit on the side, don't get in the way."

Yan Ling acted like a zombie during the day, and he couldn't help Si Qi, so he sat in a chair from a distance and acted as an uncle, and slowly picked up a cup of tea, sipping it lightly.

The three big burdens were quickly cleaned up.

The little monk almost emptied out the entire room, and took everything with him.Stay at least three months, in a place like the backyard of the back mountain, if you don't bring more, you will have to drink the northwest wind.

"Oh, I'm stunned."

Si Qi dragged his bundle to Yan Ling, a look of annoyance suddenly appeared on his face, he looked at Yan Ling and said, "Master Yan, I'm going to visit the cellar in the backyard, you are here to live in Zhaowen Temple, so you don't need to follow me." I'll go together, and I'll take you back to your room?"

Yan Ling lowered his chin slowly and nodded.

Although we have only known each other for three or five days, Si Qi still feels a little worried when he sees Yan Ling nodding his head without hesitation.

He lowered his head sullenly, and was about to carry all three bundles out the door, when he saw a hand reaching out from the slant, grabbed a bundle, and slowly lifted it up.

Si Qi suddenly raised his eyes.

Yan Ling was amused in his heart, and with his other hand, he hooked Si Qi's palm away, and wrote a few words one stroke at a time: "Are you going to cry?"

The palms of the hands were itchy, like warm water flowing through, and it made people's heart tremble.

Si Qi felt the words written by Yan Ling belatedly, then raised his eyebrows, and hung two big burdens on Yan Ling's back, "Cry ass! Is it interesting to always tease me? Carrying... go, Si Qi Brother Qi will take you to the back mountain to catch pheasants and improve your food!"

The two carried a big burden like two snails, and headed back to the mountain.

Halfway through, Si Qi's embarrassment from being teased passed away, and he felt sorry for Young Master Yan's delicate skin and tender flesh, and was afraid that the burden would leave marks on someone's shoulders, so he wanted to take off one of the burdens and carry it on his own.

Clutching the burden tightly, Yan Ling kicked Siqi's ankle with his toe, urging him to leave quickly.

The journey was not very far at all, and the two of them dawdled to the backyard. The young monk first cleaned up the main house with his hands and feet, tidied up the place where Yan Ling raised the uncle, and hurriedly mixed mud to prepare the roof.

But the roof didn't get mushy much, and the sky darkened, and he was so hungry that he rebelled, so the little monk had no choice but to climb down and chop wood and fetch water for cooking.

"I was really assigned, and no one gave me a meal."

The flame licked the hearth, burning Si Qi's face bright red.He moved a small bench and sat in front of the stove, stuffed the firewood while keeping an eye on the pot, and waved the spoon at Yan Ling, "It's okay, brother Siqi cooks well, wait until the food is ready."

Yan Ling looked at him blankly.

After spending a few days with Yan Ling, Si Qi has developed a good habit of talking to himself, and continued when no one answered: "After dinner later, I have to go to the cellar at the back. Two days ago, I talked to Si Qi. Let me tell you about Senior Brother Yuan going to the cellar...I don't think it's right, the two of us live here, so we need to be careful."

I know that I have grown my mind, but I have made progress.Yan Ling thought to himself expressionlessly.

Dinner was a messy pot of noodle soup, Yan Ling was not picky, but felt that this soup could smell like burnt, the little monk is also a talent.

Si Qi boiled another pot of water just because of the smell of the pot.

There is not much firewood, and the water will be gone after boiling.Wash your hands and face, and the rest can barely scrape together a basin of footwashing water.

Si Qi was free and unrestrained, he threw away his foot basin, moved the small bench and sat down beside the bed, stuffed both feet into Yan Ling's basin, and stepped on Yan Ling's instep with the sole of his foot.

"Master Yan, your feet are so slippery, so tender." The little colored monk rubbed Yan Ling's ankle with his toes.

Yan Ling stared at him blankly, then moved his feet.

The little monk was indifferent, and leaned closer, bent down and rolled up Yan Ling's trouser legs, and rubbed his ankles and calves for a long time, and then stretched out his hand to rub his and Yan Ling's feet, and said while rubbing: "I knew Bring an ax over here, the one in the yard is too heavy, my old shoulder will be broken after chopping the firewood... I have plaster over there, Young Master Yan, you will be able to move later, help me put it on."

He wiped his hands, opened the collar, exposed half of his shoulders, and pointed: "Just stick it here."

It is indeed a little swollen.

Yan Ling took a closer look by the candlelight, was dazzled by the large piece of porcelain white, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold Si Qi's shoulder.

Si Qi was caught off guard and took a deep breath in pain, "Take it easy...post it now?"

Spreading the palm of his hand, he stroked the red and swollen area slowly, Yan Ling only felt the smooth touch gently rubbing the palm of his hand, like warm jade, unforgettable to the touch.

The strength increased, and he pressed it twice. After seeing that the redness and swelling had completely disappeared, Yan Ling slowly withdrew his hand and pulled up the front of the little monk's shirt.

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore?"

Just being felt cool and comfortable, Yan Ling suddenly withdrew his hands. Si Qi came back to his senses, moved his shoulders, and couldn't help being surprised, "Master Yan, your massage technique is so good? Hey, forget it, I guess there must be something shocking on your body." Secret. If I don’t ask, don’t tell me, the more you know, the faster you die, it’s written in the scriptures.”

He spoke quite incoherently, as if trying to cover up something.

Looking at Yan Ling's handsome side face again, the little monk buried his head with burning ears, fished out Yan Ling's feet and wiped them dry, then wiped his own, pulled the shoes and poured water.

"Finally asleep..."

Climbing onto the bed, as in the past few days, Si Qi took off his clothes, and went to help the slow Yan Ling off.

But maybe today was really too tired, halfway down, Si Qi lowered his head, closed his eyes and fell into Yan Ling's arms, sleeping soundly.

Yan Ling sat on the bed, put his arms around Si Qi to change into a more comfortable position, and waited until midnight before he tucked her into the bed and got up to get out of bed.

After checking the luggage brought by the little monk, there was indeed a small bundle containing a bunch of skirts.

Yan Ling's hand circled over the burden, but he still took it back. He decided to respect the little monk's little hobby, and said in disgust: "What's wrong?"

He went out of the door lightly and came to the courtyard.

Yan Ling first went to the back mountain with an ax to chop firewood, then he did it outside the courtyard, then jumped up and flew up to the roof like a piece of light feather. Layer tile masonry.

But Yan Ling has no impression of whether it is the swelling and healing, or the flying body and lightness kung fu, as if he was born with these skills.

He knew his difference, so he was extra careful not to let anyone find out.But he had only been in this temple for a few days, but he couldn't help feeling concerned about the little monk he had never met, and stayed up most of the night to help him cut firewood and repair the roof.Knowing that the temple might be weird, he didn't leave.

It seemed that there was always a voice urging him to protect the little monk more tightly, more tightly.

Thinking in his heart, Yan Ling washed his face with cold water, and was about to turn back to the house when he suddenly heard a dull and slight knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

It seems to come from the back of the house, where there is only the strange cellar that Si Qi said.

Yan Ling paused, calculated his remaining free time, and walked towards the back of the house.

The closer you got to the cellar, the clearer the knocking sound became.

But it was dull from beginning to end, as if there was something separated by a layer.

Yan Ling went to the back of the house, but found that there was no one in front of the cellar.

He listened carefully to the voice, approached slowly, and saw the wooden door of the cellar vibrate in the hazy moonlight, as if someone was in the cellar, knocking on the door unhurriedly.

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